He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Si Fan raised his head as if sensing something, and met Xiao Xuan's silver eyes. Si Fan's shock was no less than Yan Xuejiao's.

Si Fan had only one word in his heart: beauty, indescribable beauty, androgynous beauty.

They couldn't even tell whether the person in front of them was an immortal or a fairy.

Of course, Si Fan wasn't the only one who felt this way. Yan Xuejiao felt the same way, as did Fang Yun, Si Ye, and the others.

In everyone's mind, the same thought came to mind: could any immortal be as peerless as the person before them?

Si Fan wanted to turn his head away so that the person opposite him wouldn't see the ugly birthmark on his face, but he couldn't bear to look away.

Because he didn't know if he would ever have the chance to see the other person again.

The immortal before him was like the bright moon, while he was merely mud on the ground; there was an insurmountable chasm between them, a world apart.

Thinking of this, the child clenched his fists and stubbornly met Xiao Xuan's gaze.

"It would be good to see it even just once more," Si Fan thought.

Xiao Xuan saw the determination in Si Fan's eyes and assumed that the other party had already decided where to go, so he nodded to the child.

The next instant, he activated the 'Divine Speed ​​Teleportation Talisman', and together with Si Fan, disappeared from Yan Xuejiao and the others' sight.

Si Fan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the next moment, he was back in the small, familiar courtyard.

Xiao Xuan looked around.

The gate was dilapidated and on the verge of collapse.

The window was covered with an old gray cloth, thick with dust, making its original color impossible to see.

In the courtyard, withered branches and fallen leaves covered the ground.

At this moment, Xiao Xuan was holding Si Fan's hand, standing on the withered branches and fallen leaves in the courtyard.

A woman's soft cough came from inside the house, which brought Si Fan back to his senses.

After hesitating for a moment, she let go of Xiao Xuan's hand and ran into the house.

Hearing footsteps, the woman on the bed eagerly opened her eyes. She was an old woman in her fifties, with a withered face that showed the marks of time, but her eyes were full of kindness.

Aunt Wang was a servant in the Prime Minister's mansion, doing odd jobs in the kitchen.

When he was young, he fell in love with a servant in the mansion and they got married.

The year after their marriage, she gave birth to a big, healthy boy.

Unfortunately, the good times don't last long.

A few years after their marriage, her husband passed away due to illness.

The youngest son also died at the age of six.

Aunt Wang has a hard life.

However, her tragic experiences did not elicit any pity from the people in the mansion.

Instead, she was ostracized, suppressed, and looked down upon by the other servants in the mansion, who believed that she was cursed and would bring misfortune to her husband and children.

She gets all the dirty and hard work, and she gets all the scolding.

One day, when Aunt Wang was cleaning the kitchen by herself, she found Si Fan sneaking into the kitchen to get something to eat.

Si Fan was a child that Prime Minister Si brought back from outside. His birth mother was unknown, and he lived a life worse than a servant in the Prime Minister's mansion, which was common knowledge.

Aunt Wang felt sorry for Si Fan when she saw him wolfing down his food and looking disheveled.

After that, Aunt Wang would often give Si Fan some leftover food, and sometimes she would use her meager monthly allowance to buy him some good food.

As time went on, Si Fan let down his guard against Aunt Wang and began to treat her as family.

Si Fan went out this time to buy braised pork buns for Aunt Wang.

Because when Aunt Wang was delirious from her illness, she kept muttering that she wanted to eat the braised pork buns from Wang's Bun Shop.

Si Fan carefully took out the bun wrapped in oil paper from his pocket and handed it to Aunt Wang on the bed.

Aunt Wang looked at the braised pork bun being offered to her mouth with a surprised expression, then gave a kind smile, "Xiao Fan, eat up, Auntie isn't hungry."

Si Fan didn't say anything, but stubbornly held the bun in his hand to Aunt Wang's lips once again.